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x-raided - still shootin كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i’m still shootin mothaf-ckas the warpath never stops
dr jekyll and mr. hyde is causin a homicide
ya popped if you’re plottin on a jack punk
i’ll see you comin from a mile away and light yo -ss up
so if the funk is on you betta be strapped
cuz you’ll be bitin the nine once again black
call me agent double o deuce four
i got a mini 380 in the sleeve of my coat
i’m a k!lla the mothaf-ckin x to the r-a-i-d-e-d l-o-c
smokin n-ggas like some green bud
so if you see me in your hood you better duck
cuz i’m jackin every thang from a cut to a mini truck
better not be trippin never slippin
it’s just another mothaf-ckin grave that i’m diggin
forties swiggin got a n-gga bent and wanna k!ll
fools try to catch me slippin but they never will
i’m the mothaf-ckin x loc no joke
i’m from the garden block where mothaf-ckas get smoked
if your daytons got a little more shine than the ones i got
i’m gonna get my nine and your sh-t is mine
you h-lla bold if you reach for your gat
cuz i’m gonna put a hole in your -ss and it’s like that
lynch, (you gonna be heaven sent fool)
n-ggas nuts on the wall i’m shooting mothaf-ckas

[chorus]
cuz i’ll shoot your punk -ss in a minute
i’ll give you some of this (ginshots) or some of this (more gunshots)

[verse 2]
i’m a trigger happy n-gga i prove it every time that i ride
i’ll k!ll a punk at the drop of a dime
for instance a n-gga talkin sh-t
betta yet a fool tryin to front for a b-tch yeah
(i’ll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (gunshots)
n-gga aim n-gga hit wanna trip n-gga trip
f-ck a fool’s gun if he got a empty clip
brotha lynch (i’m a blast, i’m a blast)
where your bullet land? (in that -ss, in that -ss)
n-ggas ain’t sh-t a b-tch is a dead b-tch
if she f-ck wit me she gonna be sh-ttin led bricks
cuz i treat a ho like a ho should be treated
instead of a queen i treat a b-tch like a thief
i’ll have a ho terrified thinkin i’m a looney
settin up her folks so i can jack em for they jewelry
kickin down doors wavin gats f-ck a discussion
all i want is money if there ain’t none then i’m bustin yeah
i’m k!llin mamas, daddys and nephews
i’m k!llin sons, daughters and sparin you
you can play the rambo role like you’re a down black brother
but picture this i’m still shootin mothaf-ckas

[chorus]

[verse 3]
you crazy if you think you’re gonna get some
the only thing you’re gonna get is yourself smoked punk
and if you ever wake your -ss up
you’re in a box 24 deep cold as a mothaf-ck
to ya n-ggas that dissed me
or either tried to blast and ya missed me
keep your strap on cuz i’m a get my jack on
when i put my black on payback is fin to be on
your brains gone i’m a let it be known trick
x raided was never the one to be f-cked with
cuz you was sayin you was hard and all that sh-t
but when you found you couldn’t quit you moved your -ss out of town with
your b-tch
dumb n-gga i’m like the terminator, loco
kickin down doors with brotha lynch lookin for yo -ss
blast everybody in the house and f-ck gettin caught
bullet wounds will get a n-gga caught
they tell the cops that they shot ya
you go to see the doctor then they got ya, huh
a n-ggas like me leaves no evidence sucka
when i’m jackin me a fool, i shoot the mothaf-cka

(talking)
yeah, once again it’s on you know what i’m sayin?
that n-gga x mothaf-ckin raided never gave a f-ck about sh-t
you run up and you gone that’s how it is you know what i’m sayin?
don’t have your back against the wall like my boy mick said
if you don’t talk that sh-t, i might let your punk -ss live
you know what i’m sayin? sayin? sayin?
(then again he might not)

- x raided

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